Poem: "Lament for the Mind"
Lament for the Mind
saw my face
in a pond/with a hundred-year-old carp
Shirley
Kaufman, “Unhinged”
In a light
waning and warp,
saw my face
in a pond
with a
hundred-year-old carp.
A camel
under a tarp
talked
Spinoza to my hand
in a light
waning and warp.
Across from
the scarp,
saw my shank
in a frond
with a
hundred-year-old carp.
Interrupting
the harp
whined a
cricket band
in a light
waning and warp.
Lucerne cold
but not sharp.
Saw my
breast in a second
with a
hundred-year-old carp.
Crying like
a baby, burps
keep-home cat
who’s found,
in a light
waning and warp,
with the
hundred-year-old carp.
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